Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.

Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.

I do not love a man who is zealous for nothing.

I have known a German Prince with more titles than subjects, and a Spanish nobleman with more names than shirts.

I was ever of the opinion, that the honest man who married and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.

All the bloomy flush of life is fled.

Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie.